After a weekend of fasting, solo hiking by moonlight, sleeping beneath massive cedar trees or rocky beaches and being surrounded by deer, wolves, massive eagles and some rather inquisitive grouse...I'd say I'm sort of relaxed. Thanks Sleeping Giant. The only unfortunate part of this trip was the fact that I had some earworm issues regarding one Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream" combined with the children's story "Goodnight Moon".
So if you can imagine hiking to, "Goodnight room, goodnight moon, goodnight cow jumping over the...skintight jeans we are teenage dreams tonight...good night mush, good night old lady whispering hush...you make-me feel like I'm living a teen-age-dream...etc etc."
Upon returning home I decided to use my relaxed frame of reference to break up the kids fighting by giving them a whiteboard and a dry erase marker and sending them upstairs to work together in finding a solution to their issues. This is what they came up with (with no help from any parent). They were mildly dismayed when I read their presentation and burst out laughing. Hmmm, if I had to select between making a chart of what is annoying and the corresponding punishments or simply "play underwear" (which involves putting underwear on your head and looking out through the leg holes)...I'm not sure what I'd chose.
Fortunately, discussing what would actually occur if we did "Option 2-Never being in the same room together" allowed the children to see the hilarity in some of the more corporal-punishmentesque options. Note the attempted spelling of 'occasionally' from our little CEO.
3 comments:
what about eat red hot marshmallows...that sounds fun too. This is the most hilarious yet. Off to check monster surf in the AM...this is the new definition for storm.
Oh my word, Andrew, you had me lauging with this blog entry...and remembering playing the underwear game with my brothers...not remembering all the strategies of the game...just that one time I was being chased around the house with the underwear over my head and a toothbrush in my mouth...I didn't navigate a corner to well and the toothbrush jammed into the back of my throat, scrapping it. I was in pain for a few days
That's hilarious Sharon, I remember once somebody bashed the bathroom door into my roommate when she was brushing her teeth and a similar incident occurred...mind you, nobody had underwear on their head at this point.
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